Case #4: Terror streak
Rating: R
Disclaimer: Do not own them
It had seemed like hours since Gil had past out and Paul had left the room, leaving a now distraught Catherine by herself.
"Gil" he called to him " please wake up, I need you to wake up"
Catherine watched as Gil's body made no movement at all and after a few minutes Catherine decided to give up when a soft moan came from Gil and his head twitched.
"Gil?" she whispered with high hopes.
When she saw his eyes open Catherine began to pull at her restraints. " I thought you were dead, he said that"
Gil shook the wooziness aside and focused in on the sight in front of him.
"Did he?" he asked before even realizing he was bound to a chair. " Did he…." Gil tried to say but the thought of it being possible kept the words down in the bottom of his throat.
Catherine shook her head " no" she whispered, " he didn't" there was a slight pause and she tugged again " but he will, I know it"
Catherine stared hard at the ropes that kept her bound to the bed and let out a small sigh, thinking that she should give up she pulled once more and heard a small cracking sound in the wooden bed frame
"Keep pulling" Gil encouraged her " you almost got it"
Catherine continued to pull on the ropes and the wood continued to crack.
Gil watched her, not being bale to help her was tearing him up inside, but he thought as he watched that maybe there was hope. Catherine was going to get out of her ropes and then she could untie him and together they could fight Paul, together they would be okay, everything was going to be okay.
Or so he thought… But Gil was wrong.
Paul stormed back into the room after being right outside the door listening to the whole thing.
"What's going on?" he asked with a hint of betrayal in his tone. " You weren't planning on breaking the bed to escape were you?" he turned to Catherine. "You should know better sweetheart?"
Paul walked over to Gil " you too" he whispered " you are a bad influence on her" he paused and then the wicked, twisted smile came back as he watched Gil begin to struggle once again " I guess I will just have to punish you"
Paul walked over to Catherine and resumed his position beside her, as he bent over and examined the bed frame he shook his head. " How am I going to fix that?"
Paul sat down beside Catherine " it's time you know, I have the perfect punishment for him"
Paul slammed Catherine backward on to the bed and once again he straddled her " Mr. Gil Grissom" he turned " your punishment for being such a bad influence" Paul leaned over and kissed Catherine on the lips.
Catherine turned her head trying to avoid him " stop" she whispered
Gil struggled in the chair at the sight in front of him " Paul" he yelled, " leave her alone"
Paul attempted to kiss Catherine again, this time he was successful when he grabbed her face and held it in place.
Once Paul pulled away Catherine glared at him and spit in his face. Paul ignored with a chuckle and went bent down once more this time forcing his tongue in to her mouth.
At first Catherine fought it and then decided she would show him who he was messing with and chomped down n his tongue.
Paul pulled away when he felt her teeth clamp down on his tongue "bitch" he yelled.
Gil who was still yelling at him to stop got a rude awakening when Paul's fist came down hard n his cheek and tape was slapped over his mouth.
Paul resumed his position on top of Catherine's trembling body "you'll both regret that" he said after he dabbed his fingers on his bleeding tongue.
Paul shook his head and smirked "you though that would stop me didn't you?" he asked
Catherine closed her eyes and ignored him as the tears came back.
"Shh" he whispered into her ear " don't cry, I will make it all better".
Paul sat up and removed the belt from the loops around his waist and unzipped his pants.
Gil struggled more and more but was unable to make a verbal protest.
At the sound of the zipper Catherine's eyes shot open and the shocking realization of "this is it" was known to her.
Paul got off of her and proceeded to unzip her dress pants. Catherine refused to allow this to happen and crossed her legs tight.
" I don't know why you insist on fighting me sweets" he commented as he tore the pants from her legs.
"Wait" she pleaded with him only to be ignored as he slid his hands up her now bare limbs
Paul smiled and looked over at Gil "do you like what you see" he whispered
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Warrick could not take much more of this. He had read the case file on Paul Winters and he knew what the monster was capable of, and if he planned to keep working in Vegas with Gil and Catherine and the others he had to get Jacob to talk …and fast.
hope this chap was okay…..I will try and finish this quick maybe by the nend of the weekend….(no promises though)